A world that exists

In Him

Through Him

And

By Him

We live in a God-soaked space

Where He is,

He was,

And

He will be.

We hold our questions of life

Of suffering,

Of pain,

Of treachery,

Betrayals and deception,

In this God-soaked world.

We hold them before Him.

We hold our angers,

Our incredulties,

Over the extent of wicked words,

Evil deeds,

We hear and see

In the best humans

In our God-soaked world.

We hold these before Him.

We live in a God-soaked world

We exist in Him,

Through Him,

And

By Him.

We hold our questions,

Our angers,

Our incredulities,

And our pain

With – Him

In this God-soaked world.

We are held.

Acts 17:28 For in Him, we live and move and have our being. (Bible)

* I first read this idea in Dallas Willard’s book Divine Conspiracy: Rediscovering our Hidden Life in God where he writes about our world as God-immersed and God-bathed. On similar lines, Chris Webb has written a life-giving book titled God-Soaked Life: Discovering a Kingdom Spirituality. I recommend both the books.

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“Unless you have wrestled

With your own questions,

You will not be able

to sit with others and their questions.”[1]

But my questions,

They are so many.

And my wrestling,

They do not seem to end.

Questions, they overwhelm me

Questions, they weigh heavy on me.

“Trust in God,” He said,

“trust also in me,”

Does it mean

I get into action?

Or do I listen

To that still small voice  

Asking me to wait

For the right timing

And the right task?

“Love your neighbor as yourself,” He said

How can I love well

Without feeling the suffering

And the pain of my neighbor?

I do not like the pain,

I run away from suffering.

Oh the answers, they are all there,

Crystal clear,

They pop in my head,

At the same time as the questions,

The well-quoted verses,

The beautifully composed lyrics,

All fitting well

Like well-dressed people.

But I need more

I need answers,

That’ll calm the storm.

I need answers,

That’ll heal the ache,

Answers that will be,

Like the gaze of His eye,

That tell me it is ok

Ok to have no answers

To all of my questions

Because

In the questioning, is the answer.

In the wrestling, an embrace.

By Lydia Royce

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[1] Trevor Hudson, author of Discovering Our Spiritual Identity, at a lecture on Spiritual Accompaniment

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